The Trick of Occupying Space is Tricky

by zunguzungu

I’ve been moved, fascinated, and overwhelmed by the ways that Occupy Oakland is transforming the space that is officially called “Frank Ogawa Plaza” into something called “Oscar Grant Plaza.” I don’t sleep well the nights after I’ve been there, because my mind can’t stop racing. But the more time I spend there, the more I learn and hear, the more aware I become of the limitations on my ability to adequately describe and understand, and the danger of doing so irresponsibly. I have talked people’s ears off — and conversations with @callie_hoo, @reclaimuc, and @soundscrapers (in real life!) have been incredibly helpful in trying to come to grips with the moving target that is that space — but I’m not even close to feeling like I could write something on this blog about it, or at least not in the mode of claims and arguments. To put it simply: I have never seen an association of humans about which I would be more hesitant to make sweeping generalizations. But that’s not only because it’s so hard to see enough, or to get a broad enough slice of the whole that you might then call it “representative” (even if that, by itself, is plenty). And it isn’t just that the media narratives overwhelm you with their noise, though that, too, is a problem: it’s so hard to be open enough to what is really happening that you can look past the blinders of what you expect to find, even before you look. It’s that the thing is open-ended, by its very nature.

That’s a hard thing to describe, but it’s also the most reliably true thing that I find I trust myself to say about what’s happening. There is nothing contradictory about the fact that Occupy Oakland has an amazon wishlist; this is a space being built in space, out of materials, and the fact that you must pay for materials to live in space with money is exactly the point. This is an attempt to create a space where something that was previously implausible could happen, but it still has to be done in that space. And so I find myself becoming more and more interested in the micro-social interactions out of which this new space is being made, the incredible work that is going into making that space livable and the transformations that you can see (and can’t) happening around you, and less and less willing to actually say anything about what I think I might be seeing. And as I realize that I would need to spend twenty times as much time there to be able to even start to feel in synch with what’s happening, all the stuff I read on the internet seems almost absurdly and laughably irrelevant, written as it is to be received at the towering heights, far from the smells, sounds, and muddy grass and wooden pallets of that place, which is now nothing like this:

Partly it feels like there’s something fundamentally different about the orientation of the Occupy Wall Street movement in Zucotti park, which everyone’s talking about, but which seems — from afar — resolutely oriented on national politics. But is that only a function of distance? When you’re there, the incredibly Oaklandish flavor of what’s happening at 14th and Broadway is overwhelming. That camp not only looks like Oakland — and carries the legacies and burdens of Oakland on its back, starting with what it means to call the place “Oscar Grant Plaza” — but you immediately become aware of how embedded it is in Oakland in such a literal sense, a little open city in the middle of and dwarfed by the city around it, to which it is exposed and apart from which it is unthinkable. The borders of it are utterly clear: Frank Ogawa Plaza is a raised park of grass surrounded by broad concrete plains, and the occupiers are so tightly crammed onto it (and so loath to move off of it), that it’s as if there’s an invisible wall keeping them in, or keeping it out. When you claim the three steps up to the plaza, you’re in occupied Oakland. When you step down, you’re on the outside looking in. But at the same time, those borders are so porous, so open, that Occupy Oakland is just Oakland in miniature, crystallized, microcosmed. And maybe Zucotti park is the same way, and maybe my distance from it makes it impossible for me to say or see anything about it through the haze of discourse that separates us. But being here, I cannot be there. So today I’ll be here.

5 Comments to “The Trick of Occupying Space is Tricky”

“but which seems — from afar — resolutely oriented on national politics.”

I think what really struck me, reading the minutes from the General Assemblies in Zucotti Park (and I’m only a 15 minute walk away, so I should really be doing more on a daily basis than reading), is how little that’s the case; the real preoccupation is, as it seems in Oakland, the practical work of creating community & occupying space — agreeing to rent offsite kitchens and working on your sanitation department and stocking the library and making art together. A small part of me wonders if these cells could turn into something as embedded in their respective cities as, I don’t know, Christiania is in Copenhagen (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Freetown_Christiania; I spent a couple days there just before it shut its gates in April).

I think the national vs. local effect your talking about may have to do with the primary goal of OWS at the beginning which was to use the stage of the nation’s financial capital as a way to make the protest national. The other occupies have sort of mutated in the ways that their local organizers have wanted to see them grow, and obviously more welcoming of locals, and in better real community centers. But I do think that OWS now has enough street cred after winning its face off with Bloomberg, to demand a raft of city or state reforms that can act as a national platform. But the rest of the occupies should keep on focusing on the local, rather than the national, I think.

>“but which seems — from afar — resolutely oriented on national politics.”

from afar, sure.

and @Jim Sligh’s intuition is right: the basic focus is on the process and infrastructure – the material practices of direct, participatory community creation. i’m deliberately not using direct/participatory “democracy” because i think that term basically misses what’s going on here (NYC/Liberty Plaza) in the same way that reading it as “oriented on national politics” does.

on the latter:

“wall street” is an element of national politics and the national (and international) economy. but in new york city, it’s more importantly the $3,000,000,000 gorilla in our airshaft (we don’t, generally, have backyards). the NYC economy, and the politics of our city and state, are impacted very directly by the specifics of “wall street” – the Finance piece at the head of the FIRE economy which has ruled our town for decades. when someone here talks about going after the bankers – whether in a reformist ‘tax the rich’ way, an insurrectionist ‘taxidermy the rich’ way, or a structural/revolutionary ‘end capitalism’ way – they’re not talking about the national scale, but about the very local ruling class.

this is true in very personal terms: these are the folks whose cars hit our bikes, who keep their kids out of the schools where our neighbors’ kids go, whose condos evict us. and it’s true in immediate political terms: these are the folks who finance the development projects that gut our city, whose influence defeats the bills that would get us paid a living wage, who fight tooth and nail against community oversight of the police (and proper daycare funding, affordable tuition at the City University of NY, &c).

which is to say that “wall street” is not abstract – “national” – in new york city in the way it can be elsewhere – and yet we also know that local as it is, it’s not something we can get rid of on our own.

and back to the parallel i saw in what Jim said:

similarly: in Liberty Plaza (and i hope in Oscar Grant Park and other reclaimed spaces), “democracy” is not abstract – “politics” – but a concrete thing that we do together. from outside, using that word makes it harder to see what that means.

The Oakland Post was among other things, the home of the mureerdd newsman Chauncey Bailey, whose killers are currently on trial in Oakland.Chauncey was old-school I guess. He believed journalism was about covering real stories that impact neighborhoods and the people who live in them.And he was killed for it.Wrap that around your neck and wear it while pedaling out for a beer and inspiration for your next post-journalism blog post.